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 Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 2:45 pm
Quote: One day, in the very early morning hours, a strange, bluish fog rolls in. It floats low to the ground and is incredibly dense and incredibly cold. Anyone who inhales even a single breath from this fog will be met with a sudden, harsh sensation of sadness. It’s the worst part of the holidays—the Holiday Blues. The fog slowly spreads through the town and is gone by mid afternoon, but the sensation of sadness, loneliness, and nostalgia may linger for longer than that. Scientists are explaining the bluish tint as just being a natural phenomenon, but in Destiny City, ‘natural’ isn’t really something anyone should expect. Today would have been a good day to stay inside
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 3:00 pm
Holidays were something that was exceptionally busy for the negaverse. In general, even though the weather sucked (And Pyro thought winter EXTRA sucked) they still had more oppurtunites to get away with draining then they would any other time of the year. Maybe that was because more people were out? Working harder for that extra holiday pay? Stressing over winter exams and jobs and families that soon were going to fill their living rooms with judging ideals and demands.
Pyro didn’t miss that kind of life. He hated christmas when his mom and dad would fight and he would constantly get badgered by them to do well….do what they thought was good enough to get on Santa’s nice list. He hadn’t been on Santa’s nice list since he was 5 years old. The fat old man could suck a big one for denying kids presents on christmas because of them being just that...kids.
He watched though from his perch, munching on chips and dropping soggy drool covered ones on random passerbys. He was high enough they couldn’t see him and he was low enough that he could make out the heat signatures in their rushed hurry to get groceries and gifts and whatever else that lovely green paper would get them. He was bored though mostly as he watched them, because well...he couldn’t actually see them. He couldn’t see their expressions, or if they were arguing with each other. He couldn’t see if they were stressed or happy. All he saw was….red and oranges. Blues and greens. At first he couldn’t tell that fog was rolling in either, but as it did, he could feel himself drawing deeper and deeper into the misfortune that was himself.
He was a half youma that couldn’t see things, who relied on his best friend to actually get s**t done. He only had one friend and while Hauyne was the most important person to him, the snake wished he could find other friends too. It would’ve made him feel less like a freak and something that needed to be hidden away from others. The lack of self confidence in himself was making it harder to dignify why he should have control of the shared body of him and Mamushi. The snake youma had gotten louder...more demanding in their time together and even more forceful. Cinnabar had said that with power it’d go away but….Mamushi was his power. If he couldn’t get his s**t together, then who would?
Even worst, was that his best friend was always constantly in danger being around him. Who knew when the snake was gonna pop out and demand blood? Who knew the next time Pyrophanite would lose control and hurt someone else? He was a monster to the truest sense and he had been ignoring for it too long.
The fog settled in and it clouded his brain. He thought he had made peace being the snake monster he was, but it looked like he hadn’t. He was still struggling with himself. He was always struggling with himself. With a loud sigh, the half youma pushed himself away from his perch and teleported back to his rift room where he flopped onto the small bed area surrounded by space heaters. As quickly as he could, he stripped down to his boxers and then curled under the blankets, turning the space heaters on low and brooded about the day. His mood had plummeted, so obviously the best place for him to be was sulking in his room about it.
WC: 595
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